weâll put on the bottoms. You can hold my arm while we get these on. Good. Now, the top. There! How does it feel?â
Humaby took her hands over her arms and legs, examining the sensation, then said, âI like it, Miss Connie! It feels
nice
.â
âIâm glad. Weâll try the sneakers on later. Okay?â
ââKay.â
âCould I give you a kiss?â Connie asked.
Humabyâs brow furrowed. âIn my mouth?â
âNo, sweetie. On the cheek.â
âWhy?â she asked worriedly.
âBecause I like you and care about you. Giving a kiss is a way to show how you feel about someone.â
A tide of doubt washed over the childâs face.
Guilt, thick and gluey, collected in Connieâs throat. The child had no comprehension of gentle gestures. âItâs all right, sweetie,â she said quietly. âIt was wrong of me to ask you. Weâll forget about it.â
Not sure how it worked, but wanting to please her, Humaby leaned over and pressed her lips to Connieâs cheek, then asked, âThat okay?â
âThat was lovely, the nicest kiss Iâve ever had. Thank you so much.â
In a relieved rush, the child said, âYouâre welkin, Miss Connie.â Searching Connieâs eyes, she asked, âYou gonna read for me again?â
âIâd love to. But first I have to take a few pictures â just of your face, to show how pretty you look. Would that be all right?â
âI guess. But why?â
âMister Brian and the other policemen are going to show your picture to lots of people and try to find your family.â
âWhat if I donât
have
a family?â
âThen arrangements will be made to find you a new one.â
âThatâs what Mister Brian said.â Humaby looked over at the window, wondering if a new family would live in a van, too.
âAnd he was right. Thisâll only take a minute.â
âMiss Connie, one of the nurse ladies said children like ka-toons.â She pointed at the TV. âBut bunnies and animals get hurted and thereâs lots of big noises thatâre scary.â
âWould you like me to turn it off?â
âYeah. Why would children like those?â
âI really donât know. I never liked them when I was a kid.â Connie found the remote and switched off the set. âI was born in another country where there wasnât any TV. It wasnât until we came here, when I was little like you, that I saw a cartoon. It scared me.â
Blinking at the now dark screen, Humaby said, âYou got ascared?â
âYes, I did.â
âAnd you was little like me?â
âYes, I was.â
âBut now youâre growed up and donât get scared anymore, right?â
âSometimes, I do. Grown-ups get scared the same as little kids do, sweetie.â
âI didnât know that.â
âWell, we do.â Connie offered one of her big smiles, then said, âIf itâs okay with you, Iâll take the pictures now and weâll be done with it.â Connie got her camera from the case before adjusting the curtains to brighten the room. She sat the girl at an angle on the side of the bed so that the available light lent a lovely glow to her features, and quickly took a dozen close-ups from different angles. âAll done,â she announced. âThank you very much. You made my job so easy. You are
such
a good girl. Now we can read until your lunch comes.â She glanced at her watch. Sheâd have plenty of time to process the negs, print the film, then rush the best full-face and profile shots to the repro place to get copies made.
âLunch is food?â
âThatâs right. Breakfast is what you eat when you wake up, lunch is what you have in the middle of the day, and dinner is what you have near the end of the day a little before itâs time for you to go to bed. Are you